There is a girl,

One without a sword.

WIth broken dreams right beneath her toes.

Everyday she fights the urge to cry.

Some people may ask why?

For she simply manages to pass by day after day living.

She's captive to her mind,

A prisoner of her own game.

But one day she hopes to be free,

And bloom again...



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